Hello, people, once again. From this chapter onward, it's just going to be comedy; that looks like that's what flies over the best. Do me a favor, all reading this, I have a poll on my profile asking about something I might write next; answer and help ME help YOU. Thank you ALL for reviewing, If I had cookies, I'd give you some. For all purposes of this fic, Mr. Game & Watch can speak an FYI, the three things I put in the chapter names are little things in the story that you have to make sure you found, or you haven't read close enough. Random, but I'm weird like that. So Ha. Okay, onward, then!

Captain Falcon wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He had just finished his lovely Blue Falcon's weekly check-up. He was now sitting comfortably inside, thinking. That stupid talent show that Master Hand planned was ruining his life. It's not like he had questions abut his talent: racing. Obviously. But how to show it? The racer stepped out an looked around the garage. Half of it was under repairs after an "Accidental explosion." He'd seen the burns of some of the Smashers. It may have been an accident, but someday, Captain Falcon was going to kill Roy. How dare he set the best part of the mansion ablaze! At least the Blue Falcon had been away from said fire.

Pondering how he could torture the swordsman, Falcon headed through a door, which lead to the supply room. The musty, ancient-seeming supply room, which defiantly needed some updating. There he saw his buddy ROB talking with… ugh. . Falcon had never been a fan of the Doctor. True, he'd been cured by him many times, but he seemed so… gentle. Falcon liked speed, challenge, something he could fight or race. was soft. ROB beckoned for the racer to join them.

"Heya, Captain Falcon-a" acknowledged Falcon cheerily. He nodded to the Italian. Falcon turned to ROB.

"So, what're you gonna do for the show?" Captain Falcon asked, hoping for help.

"I'm not sure. I'm ready to make an impression, though. I'm ready to sound important. People kinda look me over sometimes." ROB sighed. Falcon felt sorry for his friend, for he spoke the truth. ROB was accepted, of course, but he was never really noticed. Poor guy. "You should know what to do…you are Captain Falcon…"

"What do you do-a?" asked

How did he not know? "I race. A lot. I thought I could do something involving a car… ought to be popular enough… but it's so…predictable."

ROB looked oddly at the man. "Since when do you care?"

Falcon sighed. "I'm known for two things. Car racing, and screaming things when I fight."

ROB was whirring, something Falcon interpreted as laughing or smiling. "You have no idea how much I want to say it…"

Too late. "FALCON PUUUUNCH!" A voice came. Falcon turned around to see Sonic the hedgehog standing behind him. Falcon hated people taunting him about that. He turned around on his heel and aimed a punch at Sonic's nose. He narrowly missed. "Hey! Sorry! Gosh, I didn't mean to scare you or anything!"

"It's just natural now."

"What, to punch me?"

"No, to get angry when someone does that."

"Ah. Well, I'm sure whatever you intend to do for the show will NEVER be as good as what I'm doing!" The arrogant hedgehog declared.

"Really? And what is that-a?" asked.

"Umm… actually… I got nothing. I came to group with you guys." Sonic said, deflating

"I see. Well, we have no idea either." ROB admitted.

"I have confidence that whatever we do will be better than the idiots who set the West wing on fire do." Falcon said

"You've got a point." nodded in the direction of another figure in the distance. "Who's a-that over there?"

Mr. Game & Watch beeped over to where the quartet was. He blurted a friendly greeting. "Hi people!"

"Hey, buddy. " ROB replied.

"Hey, Falcon, can you help me with an engine problem? I was trying to install it on a body I found if I can downsize it a bit…" Game & Watch said, almost seeming embarrassed

Falcon narrowed his eyebrows. Game & Watch had never touched a gas pedal before, much less installed an engine. Little goof probably didn't know where the shift stick was, if he hadn't ripped it out yet. "Since when are you a mechanic?"

"Since yesterday." Game & Watch answered. "Yesterday the track record was beat by someone, I'm ready to show them up, show myself as a super-awesome racecar guy during the talent thing. I have the blueprints, and I have the parts I just don't have the car knowledge to put it all together. Flat hands, you know."

The Captain found himself getting angry. He pushed Game & Watch up against the wall gently with his knee. "First, I'm the hot shot driver 'round here. Second, the track record has been held by me for the last 2 years. Me and the Blue falcon. Nothing's faster, on land and engine powered anyway, there's nothing that can beat us. I mean, Me." Falcon had always had this thing where he pretended the Blue Falcon was a living, breathing individual when he'd asked someone when he was a kid why many vehicles were referred to as "she". It had gone downhill from there.

"If you don't believe me…" Game & Watch began. Captain Falcon stormed out of the room, followed closely by ROB, , Sonic and Game & Watch. He went into the back courtyard, or what had been a courtyard anyway, and stepped through an electronic gate leading to his domain. The track, a circular monster with a 100 yard radius. And above it, the record board. Normally in the top slot would be Falcon, but instead lay…

50 Mile Time Trail Race: Roy, Link, Marth and Ike in Unregistered vehicle

Falcon looked up in despair. How in the name of everything good in the galaxy had those four idiots beat him? And what did "Unregistered vehicle" mean? Without a word, fearing that it would be very dirty if he did speak a word, he went straight to Roy's dorm room, knocked violently on the door, and met a smiling Ike, who was no longer smiling after he saw Falcon's clearly ticked off face. In the room were the members of the infamous swords quartet themselves; Roy, Ike Marth, and Link. If anybody, Falcon had some sympathy for Link. True, the stories Falcon heard about the fire detailed that it was Link's fault, but Roy was still the troublemaker in the Captain's eyes.

"Uh, Roy… I think you have a visitor." Ike said carefully. Roy rose from where he was sitting and came to the door.

"Hey! Wha'cha need, Falcon ol' buddy!" Roy said nervously. He knew he was in trouble.

Falcon raised an eyebrow. "Seen the track record update?"

Roy lost his scared look and instead wore a sly little grin. "Yeah. Sorry. Guess you got beat by the pros this time."

took Roy by the shoulders and shook him. "What did you beat it with, why and how?"

Roy laughed. "Turns out the flames that exploded from our little experiment reached the outer courtyard. It's only like 100 yards from the west wing to the track. The flames, going at the speed they erupted at pushed something-- Popo's bike, of all things-- all 10 miles. In record time. And the credit goes to us. And stays with us."

Falcon was fuming. Not only did they benefit from destroying half the garage, but it disgraced him, and humiliated him. The great Captain Falcon.

Or maybe not so great. "Come on, Falcon, a little rivalry is good sometimes! Besides, if you wouldn't be so prideful and self-centered…"

That's where Falcon quit. "Listen here, potty mouth. No offence to all of you, but you got a lot of that wrong. You wanna race, and a good one, fine. You're dead. No spontaneous eruptions here."

"All you gotta do is beat our record. Then you're back to your title." Roy said.

Falcon turned to Game & Watch "I say it's time to check those blueprints of yours, my friend. And you know what, we'll regain my record. At the talent show. In front of everybody. Simple."

"I'm willing to help" Game & Watch confirmed

"Count me in" ROB included

"Let's-a kick these guys butts!" Doctor Mario cheered

"You guys'll be too slow for us!" Sonic taunted. Then with an air of heroes, the odd group walked to the garage.

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Captain Falcon was lying in bed two nights later, looking over the final blueprints for the super-sonic racecar they would set out to build the next day. Granted, Falcon would do the building anyway, since he'd done minimal with the design itself. The others gladly did that.

Why should he wait until morning? Falcon got out of bed and took a flight of stairs down to the garage. He found the pile of mechanics the group had gathered. He was about ready to start sorting them when he heard a familiar whirr from behind him. ROB started to look over the pieces himself. Then he said "Well, I don't see why we can't organize tonight, so we have less to do in the morning." Falcon was relieved by his friend's words. The two began to group the pieces by order of assembly. They'd found a durable frame that they could update for the final car. Eventually, the robot and the superstar racer finished organizing, and on their own minds, without acknowledging it, they began to assemble. It was in almost complete silence; both knew exactly what to do, and they were good enough around the mechanics to do the work without asking each other's assistance. Finally, at 2 AM, ROB looked at the clock on the wall.

"We're crazy!" He exclaimed. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow. And don't be up all night building this thing." Falcon bid him goodnight, and ROB knew his warning would be ignored. Falcon spent every hour of that night in the garage, testing, painting, and connecting.

10 hours later, Falcon was asleep in the new cars front seat, pleased with himself. He'd done it. He'd built the ultimate car. And it was beautiful. , ROB, Sonic and Mr. Game & Watch assembled in the garage at 12:30; they had to accommodate some Brawl schedules. They awoke , staring at their masterpiece in awe.

"Hey, guys" Falcon greeted sleepily. "Like it?"

"It…how?" asked

"Me and ROB decided to have a cram session last night and this morning. Gentlemen, I present to you, Racecar Maximus 3.6" Falcon answered

There was a momentary silence, then Sonic asked "What's with the 3.6?"

"I don't know. It sounds cool." Captain Falcon smiled. "Gives you a feeling of accomplishment. All right, lets see what this bucket of bolts can do. I'm driver, who wants shotgun?"

Game & Watch claimed it, and he had the main idea anyway. They pulled the car onto the track, it's red coat catching the gleam of the sun.

"Hey, can I footrace this thing on the side? Just to see if you really got it right." Sonic asked

"You're so arrogant! Go ahead, but you have no chance. The Falcon knows what he's doing." ROB responded, hoping that he was true to his word.

He was.

Given the green light, Falcon stepped on the gas, and down the track it zipped. Sonic was so impressed he didn't even run, just stared, awestruck. The car handled amazingly well, and Game & Watch, who was nowhere near accustomed to the high speeds, began to get sick. First two laps in, and the time of Racecar Maximus 3.6 was outdoing the accidental new record by over 15 seconds.

Falcon was having the time of his life. He was out on the track, his favorite place in the world, he had no chance of being shot from outside forces. Any mistakes out here were his own, as were any victories. Most of all, he could picture the look on Roy's face when he found of his fire-powered-bike record was shattered.

The sound barrier had long been broken; Falcon outraced Roy's time by a minute. It was a shame at how badly this thing could beat the Blue Falcon, the Captain thought, but man, this is awesome! Final lap. Falcon pushed the machine to it's limit, and he was across the line before Roy's accident would be halfway done. Falcon jumped immediately out of the car, looked into his friends wide, impressed, incredibly happy and proud eyes. All of his teammates except Game & Watch, who was getting sick in a nearby trashcan. He finished, swaggered as if drunk to ROB, who caught him.

"No more shotgun for me." Game & Watch vowed. They called it a day and went inside to gloat in Roy's face.

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After their fair share of bragging, the mechanics went to the lounge, where is was deserted, save for them. saved the entire run on tape, and they watched it. Or what they could. The car's movements were hard to track. "You know, we can still beef up the cr. You know, for the actual show." said at the end.

That was only 3 days away. "I'm in. Maybe I can update the Blue Falcon too. I'm ready to win in my own steed." Falcon agreed. "But we're keeping this tape…"

ROB whirred happily and evilly at the same time. "I can rig his computer so it replays for him over…and over…and over…and over again."

Falcon nodded. "That'll teach him to barbeque the garage."

Okay, another chapter done. Only 2 more groups before the dreaded day arrives! Next up, two plumbers, an angel, a trainer, two ice explorers and three ladies face off in a cooking duel… full of lots of food, and maybe even a rubber ducky. Until then, my readers!